Secretly I really like Boxing Day. The weight of expectation that everything should go so smoothly is lifted, we eat half the amount we did yesterday - and we're all happy to sit around drinking cups of tea, finishing up the Florentine cookies (thanks Margaret!) and enjoying the gifts you sent. It's sad that Tim has gone for a few days - Richard took him to Baltimore airport this morning, as he needs to see his mum in hospital. We will take Helen to the airport tomorrow. But as it's raining hard outside, the order of the day right now is to be cosy in front of the fire.
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